User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20130406150814/@comment-3474228-20150421195816

Hooktooth grins and grabs one of the rats by the scruff of his neck, leaning down close to his face. "Aye, matey, vittles'n'loot fer us all!" He shoves the rat forwards and then turns to Slaye. "Those schupid mice leave their liddle Dibbuns out alone t'play in th'orchards. We could kidnap one of 'em, easy."